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Ansy Pansy aka Panz : I've fixed my mistake!
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2. So tell me everything
Kirsten was sitting at her desk when her secretary came in.
"Mrs. Cohen, a certain Mr. Jefferson has just called. He told me, that he wants to meet you at seven at 'The Arches'. I hope that's okay for you. He left a number, in case you might like to change the dates or anything."
"No no, it's okay. He's an old friend of mine. Thank you." Kirsten replied hastily. She didn't want any suspicions to come up. There was nothing to be suspicious about, but we're in Newport, right?
Shortly afterwards she called Sandy.
"Yeah?" Sandy picked up his phone. He had seen the number of his wife's office on the display.
"Hey, honey. It's me. I'm sorry, but I have to cancel our date tonight. There's an important meeting I have to go to." Kirsten lied to him without any scruples. But then she remembered how he told her about Rachel and everything. She didn't want to be cheating on him, even if it was just a dinner with an old friend.
"Well, sorry. Actually it's a dinner." She added.
"A dinner? Who are you dating then? The devil? Your father? My mother? Julie?" Sandy asked curiously, wondering who her 'meeting' was.
"Well, do you remember this guy, Marty Jefferson? He's in town and – well, he wanted to talk and catch up and everything."
"Yeah, of course, I remember him. He's one of your exes, isn't he? Well, okay, I'm fine. Let's postpone our date. And have fun." Said Sandy and hung up.
"Yeah, let's postpone it." Kirsten added even though they weren't talking to each other any longer. She was concerned if Sandy was okay, but he could've said no. He hadn't so she was out of blame.
At 'The Arches'.
"Mrs. Cohen, nice to meet you. Where's your husband? Is he coming too?" The waitress asked Kirsten politely.
"No, I have a meeting here tonight. I don't know on which name it's booked, but it must be a table for two. Maybe booked on Jefferson?" Kirsten told the waitress.
"Not exactly, but we have only one table for two tonight and that ones booked on a certain 'Marty Tibbles'. Perhaps that's the one you're looking for." The waitress looked up the reservations in the big black book in front of her.
"Yes, that's the one. Thank you." Kirsten smiled at the thought of Marty booking a table on the name 'Marty Tibbles'. Then the waitress showed Kirsten her table and five minutes later Marty appeared.
"So, Tibbles, tell me something about you. How's your life, your job, your family?" Just like at the pier Marty pretended to be interested in her life and everything around her. And just like at the pier Kirsten believed him.
"Well, you already know that I married Sandy Cohen. We moved to Newport, like, um, eleven years ago, because my mother was ill." Kirsten started thinking about what she could tell and what not.
"Yeah, we covered the marriage part earlier. But what about kids. And your career." Marty inquired, still pretending some interests.
"Well, we have a boy. Seth. He's seventeen now. And we adopted Ryan 1½ years ago. He's also seventeen, so Sandy and I are really busy with the whole teenage thing. Yeah, I guess that's it. My career. Well, I work for my father, which, if I might add, is a great pleasure for him. Actually I'm working for his wife Julie, but anyways, it was his company so nothing's really changed." Kirsten didn't notice his face while telling, but he didn't listen to her actually. Julie. Julie Cooper?
"Julie? You're not talking of Julie Cooper. I thought she's married to your ex." Now he was interested. He remembered the thing that he and Julie had had. Never would he forget that.
"Actually I am. Why do you ask? Do you know her?" Kirsten asked suspiciously. She never knew that Julie and Marty had known each other.
"Nah. Not really." Avoid the subject. He thought to himself.
"Let's order the dessert. It's almost ten. I think you should be home by – um, now." He tried to sound serious and concerned about her family.
Thirty minutes later they went to the parking lot.
"Can I drop you somewhere?" Kirsten knew that Marty had come with a cab.
"You don't have to. I can call myself a cab."
"I know, but I want to." Kirsten replied.
"Okay, then drop me at the 'Mermaid Inn'." Marty smiled at her. Because that's what I want you to do. He added in mind.
"Okay, so am I going to see you again in a very near future?" Kirsten was a little drunk and didn't recognize the expression on his face. His smile turned into a grin.
"I don't think so, honey." He replied.
"Oh. Then I think we should say goodbye." Kirsten gave him a quick kiss on his cheek and turned around to go to her car. But he grabbed her arm and kissed her on her lips. She giggled and tried to get out of his grip. Then she saw his facial expression changing into a very serious one. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her and she had trusted him like she trusted him more than twenty years ago. He pulled her into his room and threw her on his bed. She tried to escape but he was already on her.